The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 591 0590. She said with a crying voice... (25)

Jiang Shaoheng laughed, and did not follow the conversation, but patted the little girl on the shoulder: "The porridge is ready."

Zhuang Xinian blinked, turned around and hurried to look at her porridge.

Sure enough, the porridge in the pot had already started to simmer, and a faint fragrance of rice came out.

Drinking porridge in the morning is actually what Cai's mother learned there two years ago when she went to the south for further training.

After returning, this method unexpectedly fit the little girl's physical condition.

So their family would drink porridge every now and then.

It is a bit different from the situation of common pasta in the north.

Of course, during the holidays, I still eat more pasta.

After Zhuang Xinian calmly turned off the fire, she dipped a specially bought long wooden spoon into the pot and stirred it.

The porridge that was still bubbling up suddenly stopped a lot.

The little girl turned her head, trying to find a bowl to put it in, but she didn't see it nearby, and the next second, Jiang Shaoheng took a bowl from the side cupboard and handed it to Zhuang Xinian.

"Thank you Brother Shaoheng! Have you eaten yet? Can I bring you a bowl?" Zhuang Xinian filled the first bowl to [-]% full and put it down.

Jiang Shaoheng shook his head: "No need, I have eaten at home, and my father cooked noodles for me."

Although he still looked calm when he said this, but Zhuang Xinian knew it, and he was very happy.

Jiang's father was busy with work before, so his concern for Jiang Shaoheng was only shown in his study and education, and there were very few warm moments.

And when Jiang Shaoheng got up this morning, he saw that Jiang's father had already put on an apron, flipping through recipes in the kitchen to make breakfast for him.

Although the smell wafting from the kitchen is embarrassing, it is also the rare fatherly love of Jiang's father.

That's enough to offset everything.

Jiang Shaoheng envied Zhuang Xinian's parents since he was a child, no matter how busy they were, they would always find time to accompany Zhuang Xinian, and what's more, Zhuang's father stopped working to accompany her.

But he won't say it, but there will always be some hope in his heart.

However, that hope was delayed by many years.

But fortunately, he never gave up this hope, and finally let him wait.

Zhuang Xinian couldn't imagine Jiang's father cooking.

Because in her memory, Jiang's father had never entered the kitchen, even if he had, he probably washed his hands and then came out.

So Zhuang Xinian was very curious about the fact that "Jiang's father knows how to cook noodles".

Then, she took a spoon with the porridge and walked to the dining table and sat down, beckoning to Jiang Shaoheng: "Brother Shaoheng, come quickly! Tell me about the noodles that Papa Jiang cooked!"

Hearing this, Jiang Shaoheng was taken aback and laughed. Instead of rejecting the little girl's request, he sat down beside her very obediently, and while watching her drink porridge, he told her how his father cooked noodles. son of a bitch.

Before I knew it, the porridge was finished, the story was finished, and it was time to go to school.

Zhuang Xinian immersed the bowl in the sink filled with water, turned around and said to Jiang Shaoheng, "Let's go! Let's go to the exam!"

This is the second important exam in their lives.

The moment she stepped into the examination room, nothing was left in Zhuang Xinian's mind, only those pictures of learning while watching flowers on horseback.

(End of this chapter)